Yay...I'm actually updating...
Brief update on a few things and then on to my wonderful bits of depressing, pop song like introspection...
- My hair is short again...shorter on top than I really wanted it, but not so short that I feel like my head is naked.
- Still haven't heard back from Chapman; not sure if that's a good or bad thing...
- Working very, very little...barely enough to pay my bills.
- My brother managed to get a DUI in Montana and has hired a lawyer to attempt to reduce the charge to an MIP, resulting in his inability to repay the $500 I loaned him back in December. Part of me is pissed because the little fucker owes me money and isn't paying; the other part is over joyed because out of all the shit I've done, no of it has been so bad I needed to hire a lawyer...my position as the "good son" has been locked at least for a little while...
Alright, now that I've gotten that shit out of the way, on to the pensive bit of the entry...
The Northwest eats my soul for dinner. I am truly and utterly miserable up here. I didn't think it would be that bad and in some ways it isn't, but the default up here is essence draining at its best. I have been fairly social, hanging out with friends at least once a week and it seems like there's a larger group gathering at least once a month; when I don't have to work, which is a great deal of the time, I get quite a bit of sleep. Lots of time to slack, play, enjoy, and generally ignore the things I should be doing.
The problem is that when I'm not with people or occupied with something else, I hate this place. For those of you thinking it's because I'm living with my parents, I'll have to disagree. I can come and go whenever I please, I am naturally cleaner than my mom and my dad doesn't have an issue with it, and if/when I decide to bring someone back after a date there's no problems. It's like living in a house with random roommates except they buy me things.
No, this area just sucks the life out of me; it is my own personal hell. Think of it this way; many theologians subscribe to the idea that the hell of Christianity is merely just the absence of the divine rather than the fire and brimstone of the evangelists. While I believe there to be no god, I am a spiritual person and believe in a cosmic connection between everything. For one reason or another, I can't find that connection in Washington. At one time I could find that connection, but it was definitely weaker here than anywhere else; for the past couple years or so, it's been gone. So, in a certain light, the Northwest is my own hell.
There's introspection number one...now for number two, which is much lighter in tone but could end up being depressing...
I've been watching a lot of Smallville lately: I know, how terribly dorktastic of me...
Anyways, in watching the show the hopeless romantic in me has begun to return; for awhile there I'd truly believed it to be crushed, but leave it to a sappy tween show from the WB to bring it out.
In many ways i enjoy the single life and always have, but there are certainly things I enjoy about being in a relationship and I've been missing them lately.
Not really sure where I'm going with that, just felt the need to get my sappy nature out in the open.
Alright, that's good enough for now...you'll probably get another one of these in 6 months or so if I hold to my pattern...
- My hair is short again...shorter on top than I really wanted it, but not so short that I feel like my head is naked.
- Still haven't heard back from Chapman; not sure if that's a good or bad thing...
- Working very, very little...barely enough to pay my bills.
- My brother managed to get a DUI in Montana and has hired a lawyer to attempt to reduce the charge to an MIP, resulting in his inability to repay the $500 I loaned him back in December. Part of me is pissed because the little fucker owes me money and isn't paying; the other part is over joyed because out of all the shit I've done, no of it has been so bad I needed to hire a lawyer...my position as the "good son" has been locked at least for a little while...
Alright, now that I've gotten that shit out of the way, on to the pensive bit of the entry...
The Northwest eats my soul for dinner. I am truly and utterly miserable up here. I didn't think it would be that bad and in some ways it isn't, but the default up here is essence draining at its best. I have been fairly social, hanging out with friends at least once a week and it seems like there's a larger group gathering at least once a month; when I don't have to work, which is a great deal of the time, I get quite a bit of sleep. Lots of time to slack, play, enjoy, and generally ignore the things I should be doing.
The problem is that when I'm not with people or occupied with something else, I hate this place. For those of you thinking it's because I'm living with my parents, I'll have to disagree. I can come and go whenever I please, I am naturally cleaner than my mom and my dad doesn't have an issue with it, and if/when I decide to bring someone back after a date there's no problems. It's like living in a house with random roommates except they buy me things.
No, this area just sucks the life out of me; it is my own personal hell. Think of it this way; many theologians subscribe to the idea that the hell of Christianity is merely just the absence of the divine rather than the fire and brimstone of the evangelists. While I believe there to be no god, I am a spiritual person and believe in a cosmic connection between everything. For one reason or another, I can't find that connection in Washington. At one time I could find that connection, but it was definitely weaker here than anywhere else; for the past couple years or so, it's been gone. So, in a certain light, the Northwest is my own hell.
There's introspection number one...now for number two, which is much lighter in tone but could end up being depressing...
I've been watching a lot of Smallville lately: I know, how terribly dorktastic of me...
Anyways, in watching the show the hopeless romantic in me has begun to return; for awhile there I'd truly believed it to be crushed, but leave it to a sappy tween show from the WB to bring it out.
In many ways i enjoy the single life and always have, but there are certainly things I enjoy about being in a relationship and I've been missing them lately.
Not really sure where I'm going with that, just felt the need to get my sappy nature out in the open.
Alright, that's good enough for now...you'll probably get another one of these in 6 months or so if I hold to my pattern...